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Our Children Are Dying.

Tonight, I mourn the loss of an angel Jada. She was just 8 years old. Killed, by a bullet in a drive by shooting in front of her home.

She was just 8 years old.

The city of Miami Gardens, much like Chicago is no stranger to vicious and violent crime. Day after day, week after week, senseless violence rapidly takes the lives of our youth. Each victim becomes younger and younger.Started out with young adults, then teenagers, then preteens, then under 10, to now babies.  You watch it on the news and think it won’t happen to you or someone you know personally. You see it slide across your Facebook timeline and you say a quick mental prayer, not really knowing who the victim is, but wanting to still show respect. It’s rampant in Miami Gardens. Death of children are more common now than it was even 20 years ago.

She was just 8 years old.

I kept pondering, the mindset of her closest family members. Her mother, her siblings, her grandparents, her cousins, her aunts and uncles, her friends even her teachers. What agony they must be enduring this late hour. Knowing that, their young loved one has passed. My niece, only 11 years old, was inconsolable tonight. Her cousin, gone. The amount of grief counseling that will take place, is heartbreaking.

She was just 8 years old.

Our children are dying, and no one is protecting them. No one is teaching their sons, uncles, brothers, fathers, baby daddies, cousins whoever, that GUNS kill people and bullets don’t have EYES. What street code is there nowadays, where men will see children playing outside and still let loose a hail of gunfire? Where’s the regard for human life? Why can’t our children play outside anymore like normal? Why can’t they run to the ice cream truck or ride their bicycles up and down their streets without fear of being “next”? The anger that is boiling underneath the sadness is immeasurable. It’s a war zone in Miami and children, are the fatalities.

She was just 8 years old.

Our children are dying right before our eyes daily. Abruptly snatched, never to return and we are left to pick up the pieces of our lives and move forward. Our children, who were supposed to carry on our legacy, are becoming distant memories and hashtags.

She was just 8 years old.

I shed tears tonight for the pain her family is feeling. I shed tears for the emptiness that is soon to come. I shed tears for the life she never got to live. The pre-teen years she will miss. The growth. The awkward teenage stage, The graduations. The dances. The life she was promised.

She was just 8 years old. Our children are dying.

Sleep in Peace Baby girl.



Robyn Jasmine





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